In the past couple of weeks, I saw yet again another claim that romance novels were nothing but chick porn. I have to admit, the opinion of non-romance readers doesn’t really bother me that much. What does bother me, however, is that I always get the sense that these “chick porn” people think that women are too dumb to know what real porn is.
You know porn when you see it, right? And I’m telling you, I have seen porn. And I wish that one of these “it’s just chick porn” people would have told me five years ago when I got my first contract with Berkley that all that I needed to do was create porn, so I wouldn’t have bothered with all those fricking wasted years of writing and editing and revising and writing and tearing my hair out. For god’s sake, I’d have just taken some pictures.
(I’m putting them under the cut because these images are NSFW.)
NO, SRSLY. Make sure you want to click before you do.
LAST CHANCE. NOT SAFE FOR WORK OR KIDS OR INNOCENT MINDS!
Okay, this is your last chance.
THAT CLICKY BUTTON FOR MORE IS ALMOST HERE.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I can’t believe I’m posting this.
Real Romance Novel Porn by Meljean Brook
So, yeah. No difference at all, right?
(h/t to Furniture Porn. No, I’m not linking. Google it.)